Vicente Valtiere
Darkness rises when Silence dies.
Okay.... I just got on this site, and only recently joined. I'm only 13 years old, but find myself quite an author. I marked this 18+ because it's going to be violent. Or at least I plan for it to be. I'm submitting only one chapter now, and ought to add more later.
MUNSIVAAS
by Vicente Valtiere
Chapter 1, The Woman of Intrigue
"Do you have it?" Lord Riadriel asked. "No, sir." his guard responded.
"By the Nine, why not?!" Riadriel got angry.
"The werewolf got in the way, sir."
"I want that werewolf dead," Riadriel said grimly, "by my hand."
*One month previous*
Dar-Jah Pehrnes studied the wolf curiously, jotting down notes on the parchment every minute or two. Erlen would be proud. Erlenferth Engmenssen Ehrarokson was no ordinary Nord; he was a mage. From what Dar-Jah understood, not many Nords were mages. Such a battle ready race would more likely prefer a warhammer.
But it was not just that about Erlen. He loved wolves, and was constantly doing research on them. He was hoping to use wolves to enhance the world of magic. Dar-Jah didn't know how. He never thought to ask. He trusted his friend, but didn't know the first thing about magic.
Dar-Jah was far from his home now. He was in the Great Forest, in Cyrodiil, just south of Chorrol. His home was south of Cheydinhal, in the woods. He knew his way around there. This way was new to him. He'd simply followed the wolf, observing its behavior. He had nothing better to do, and he knew Erlen would pester him the next time they met.
But he was near Erlen's house now. Erlen's house was just south of him, north of Skingrad. Why, he wouldn't be surprised if Erlen were nearby...
He realized the wolf had seen him, and held still. He was Argonian, not Bosmer. He couldn't just command it and run. He then realized the wolf meant no harm, so he slowly creeped away, leaving his inkwell on the ground, pocketing his parchment and quill. He was glad when he was out of the wolf's sight. Silently cursing himself for forgetting his dagger, he walked away.
Dar-Jah was deep in thought, so he didn't notice the woman. An Imperial woman, with light hair pouring over her shoulders and down her back. She was clad in a simple white dress, stopping at her ankles. She couldn't be too rich; the dress was too simple. But its simplicity was what was so magnificent about it. Starting just below her neck, leading directly to her ankles, it had an aura of it. This woman was special. Then he saw her face.
She was absolutely beautiful! All the features of her face standing out in its perfection. She had bright red eyes, which seemed strange compared to her blonde hair, yet unique, and magnificent because of it. The type of person to make you notice your own mistakes, and strive to be like her.
But behind her followed two Khajiits. Strong and hardy. At first they looked like her bodyguards, but Dar-Jah realized she was unaware of them. They were stalking her!
Dar-Jah hid behind a rock. He must get these men away from her. He just had to hope she came his way, or somehow get her to, without alerting the Khajiits.
He pulled out his quill and scratched it on the rock. The woman looked up, and Dar-Jah immediately hid. The woman walked toward him, and he was surprised when she stepped out from behind the rock. She looked at him, frowning. He tried to search for words.
"I.... you.... those men...."
She searched his face. He cleared his throat.
"There are two Khajiits following you, carrying weapons."
She looked slightly surprised.
"I thought they meant harm," he continued, "and I want you to be safe."
"Do you have a weapon?" she eventually asked.
"No." he responded, cursing himself once more for forgetting his dagger.
"Do you have a plan?" she asked.
"Yeah. If we run down this trail, I know somewhere they'll be forced to go away."
"Lead me to it." she demanded.
"I intend to." he responded, grabbing her hand.
He led her down the small trail, and broke off halfway down, turning into the woods. They ambled at a steady pace until they saw a small building.
"Come on," he said, leading her inside. He recognized it as a horse stable. He didn't know it'd be there, but was glad it was, because he didn't ACTUALLY have a plan.
They heard footsteps.
"Can I trust you?" the lady asked.
The question was unexpected.
"Yes." Dar-Jah replied.
The lady nodded. "Good."
She suddenly took some of the hay in the stable and thrust it into his eyes. He heard a growl, and the air around him got heavy. He couldn't believe it. She'd tricked him! She'd blinded him and would probably kill him now...
When he regained his eyesight, he saw the Khajiits on the ground, dead, and the lady standing there, seemingly unharmed.
"Would you take me somewhere ACTUALLY safe now?" she chuckled.
MUNSIVAAS
by Vicente Valtiere
Chapter 1, The Woman of Intrigue
"Do you have it?" Lord Riadriel asked. "No, sir." his guard responded.
"By the Nine, why not?!" Riadriel got angry.
"The werewolf got in the way, sir."
"I want that werewolf dead," Riadriel said grimly, "by my hand."
*One month previous*
Dar-Jah Pehrnes studied the wolf curiously, jotting down notes on the parchment every minute or two. Erlen would be proud. Erlenferth Engmenssen Ehrarokson was no ordinary Nord; he was a mage. From what Dar-Jah understood, not many Nords were mages. Such a battle ready race would more likely prefer a warhammer.
But it was not just that about Erlen. He loved wolves, and was constantly doing research on them. He was hoping to use wolves to enhance the world of magic. Dar-Jah didn't know how. He never thought to ask. He trusted his friend, but didn't know the first thing about magic.
Dar-Jah was far from his home now. He was in the Great Forest, in Cyrodiil, just south of Chorrol. His home was south of Cheydinhal, in the woods. He knew his way around there. This way was new to him. He'd simply followed the wolf, observing its behavior. He had nothing better to do, and he knew Erlen would pester him the next time they met.
But he was near Erlen's house now. Erlen's house was just south of him, north of Skingrad. Why, he wouldn't be surprised if Erlen were nearby...
He realized the wolf had seen him, and held still. He was Argonian, not Bosmer. He couldn't just command it and run. He then realized the wolf meant no harm, so he slowly creeped away, leaving his inkwell on the ground, pocketing his parchment and quill. He was glad when he was out of the wolf's sight. Silently cursing himself for forgetting his dagger, he walked away.
Dar-Jah was deep in thought, so he didn't notice the woman. An Imperial woman, with light hair pouring over her shoulders and down her back. She was clad in a simple white dress, stopping at her ankles. She couldn't be too rich; the dress was too simple. But its simplicity was what was so magnificent about it. Starting just below her neck, leading directly to her ankles, it had an aura of it. This woman was special. Then he saw her face.
She was absolutely beautiful! All the features of her face standing out in its perfection. She had bright red eyes, which seemed strange compared to her blonde hair, yet unique, and magnificent because of it. The type of person to make you notice your own mistakes, and strive to be like her.
But behind her followed two Khajiits. Strong and hardy. At first they looked like her bodyguards, but Dar-Jah realized she was unaware of them. They were stalking her!
Dar-Jah hid behind a rock. He must get these men away from her. He just had to hope she came his way, or somehow get her to, without alerting the Khajiits.
He pulled out his quill and scratched it on the rock. The woman looked up, and Dar-Jah immediately hid. The woman walked toward him, and he was surprised when she stepped out from behind the rock. She looked at him, frowning. He tried to search for words.
"I.... you.... those men...."
She searched his face. He cleared his throat.
"There are two Khajiits following you, carrying weapons."
She looked slightly surprised.
"I thought they meant harm," he continued, "and I want you to be safe."
"Do you have a weapon?" she eventually asked.
"No." he responded, cursing himself once more for forgetting his dagger.
"Do you have a plan?" she asked.
"Yeah. If we run down this trail, I know somewhere they'll be forced to go away."
"Lead me to it." she demanded.
"I intend to." he responded, grabbing her hand.
He led her down the small trail, and broke off halfway down, turning into the woods. They ambled at a steady pace until they saw a small building.
"Come on," he said, leading her inside. He recognized it as a horse stable. He didn't know it'd be there, but was glad it was, because he didn't ACTUALLY have a plan.
They heard footsteps.
"Can I trust you?" the lady asked.
The question was unexpected.
"Yes." Dar-Jah replied.
The lady nodded. "Good."
She suddenly took some of the hay in the stable and thrust it into his eyes. He heard a growl, and the air around him got heavy. He couldn't believe it. She'd tricked him! She'd blinded him and would probably kill him now...
When he regained his eyesight, he saw the Khajiits on the ground, dead, and the lady standing there, seemingly unharmed.
"Would you take me somewhere ACTUALLY safe now?" she chuckled.
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